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Submitted to Contest #251
Olive stood in front of a set of dark oak double doors. She looked around herself. All of her previous surroundings had faded to black and she stood suspended in a void, save for the doors. She was no longer sitting on the floor of that foul witch’s house but she could still smell the faint wisp of smoke from the witch’s fire. “My gods, it worked,” she whispered to herself. Olive pushed open the doors and walked through them. She stood in the foyer of a massive library. Bookshelves lined the walls and stood in lines stretching as far she cou...
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